Date: Wed, 2 May 2007 13:02:28 -0700
From: Jay roberts
Subject: "The Stepford Gays" by Jay Roberts Gay Sci/fi fantasy
==No little darlings, this is not a story about a wicked stepmother. Yes
it is a " fairy "tale of a sort, but one for you if you are under 18. Also
if you are over 18 and do not like this kind of story, you are also
uninvited.
We were a classy posse of gay guys. We were friends since high school.
Now we are in our mid-twenties and still hanging out, especially on our two
week's summer vacation. Let me introduce us:
Barry, that's me. I'm the ordinary one, not handsome, not ugly, not rich,
not poor, not smart not dumb. People tend to forget my name. I was
married for a while. The guys think I am bi, it is true that I had lots of
straight sex, but it's guys I'm interested in. I am open to all types of
sex, but nothing kinky. Affection is what I look for.
Jimmy, He looks like an English school boy. Although he is our age, he
could pass for 18 with his blond bangs, short stature and friendly smile.
Although he looks innocent, he is a real cum freak and is only interested
to giving blow jobs. He says that keeps him young.
Spike, His real name is Henry but since he was on the football team in
college and made all American (maybe the only gay all American....maybe
not) he was renamed Spike. He's a big bruiser, but a gentle giant. He
gorgeous ass is offered to other young athletic types. He is a dyed in the
wool bottom and is totally uninterested in topping.
Malcolm, Mal to his friends is an elegant, witty, transplanted Englishman.
He's very good-looking, tall (and prodigiously hung.) He is only
interesting in top fucking. He can be cruel at times, both sexually and
socially.
I usually arrange the vacation and make the reservations. Sometimes the
places I choose are a surprise. We have been to South Beach, San
Francisco, Hawaii, Cape May and Cape Cod. This year my decision was gelled
by a man I met in a bar. Sounds like not a good plan, but I am
enthusiastic.
I will tell you about the vacation, but first I must let you in on a
secret: we don't fool around with each other. That has been a standard
rule. Mal says we are too ingrown and if we did it, it would be incest,
the rule we feel it keeps us friends.
The bar guy, yeah. I was in a straight bar off Fifth Avenue. There was an
older guy, maybe 40 who struck up a conversation with me. It seems we both
owned antique MG roadsters and that sparked the conversation. After
several drinks we got really chummy. There was no question that I was
interested in him physically, like all my buds, we went for contemporaries,
or younger. But he was definitely interested in me. I was flattered
because I am not so alluring. He talked about vacations and I told him
about my friends and I going away each year. He asked if I had ever gone
to Fire Island. Of course I know it. It is, in some parts, a gay resort.
Cherry Grove is the very old gay part. He told me that he owned a few
acres with six cottages in a gated community in an enclave of the Grove.
"I have one cottage available for two weeks in July. You can rent it for
$400."
"For the week," I asked incredulously. It was too cheap.
"Actually for the two weeks."
This was the bargain of a lifetime. We usually spent over a thousand a
week at the other places. I asked him if there was any catch. "Yes, there
is. My friends, my age, fill the other cabins and we would ask that you
socialize with us rather than importing trade into our area."
Incidentally, his name was Dr. Jack Pierce. By this time he was calling me
Barry and getting a little too touchy for me. Now he was really good
looking. Touch of gray hair at the temples, slim, good build. He would be
my type 20 years ago.. I felt I had to put my cards on the table. "My
guys (I had already told him about my friends) are not into mature guys. I
don't know if I can convince them."
"Barry, don't tell them about that little fact. I guarantee after they
meet us that they will be very open to...shall we say...sex with us."
"I doubt that, and especially with me, but if you are so sure and the deal
remains, even if we reject you, I am willing to go ahead with a lease."
The July came and on the appointed day we loaded up Spike's Hummer. Would
a big guy have anything smaller. We left the Hummer in the parking lot on
the mainland, and in a few minutes we caught the Fairy Ferry, as it was
called by us. The kids on the Ferry were a good assortment of hot guys.
They wore brief shorts, athletic shirts showing their gym generated
muscles. The nearer the ferry got to the Island, the gayer the boat
became. As they used to say, "Hairpins were dropping all over the place."
Hand sought out fellow passengers. They were getting warmed up for the
orgy to follow in the cabins and at night on the beach. I found that I was
getting hard and breathing hard and we weren't even landed yet. Jimmy, our
cute schoolboy has already exchanged phone numbers. I asked him if he
planned to get it on with that tall red head he was talking to. "No,"
Jimmy said, "I probably won't see him there, he's going to the Pines, but
when the long winter comes, I might need someone to keep me warm."
At the dock we grabbed our stuff. "You know which way to go?" Malcolm
asked. "I need a shower." He was the only really clean and neat one of
us.
"Jack said he'd meet us when we landed. Wait, there he is."
"You mean that old guy over there, waving?" said Jimmy.
"That's him. Come on." Actually he looked pretty good. Nice legs, I
thought.
I moved forward, but the rest reluctantly followed a quarter block behind.
Jack was smiling and greeting each one, guessing who was who from the
descriptions I gave him. My boys were muttering with unhappiness and I
hoped that Jack was hard of hearing. But everyone got happier as we
reached the gate. He pressed his combination into the call box and the
gate swung open. "That big sucker over there is our place. You'll love my
two buddies."
Spike's deep voice could be heard saying, "The halt and the lame buddies
probably."
Jack pointed out our cottage that was about one hundred yards closer to the
ocean. "That's your little home away from home. Now kids, I'll leave you
to unpack, but stop by about five o'clock for cocktails and some heavenly
steaks on the grill. The "boys" are anxious to meet you cute things."
We were of two minds. The cottage was perfect and beautifully furnished.
Leave it to a gay to decorate. There were two bedrooms, each with two
queen size beds....nice. The kitchen was right out of a magazine, every
modern appliance. The fridg had a note on it, "We stocked you up so you
don't have to shop for the first few days. Lots of booze in the pantry
too."
Malcolm sat down, he propped one of his well manicured hands under his
chin. "Girls, I think maybe we are going to be sold into white slavery.
Be careful. But okay, if I am going to be ravaged, at least I'll be clean.
Me for the bubble bath." He got up, undressing as he walked. We were
always accustomed to see each other naked, but according to our code, no
one every leered or made a move.
My days in military school always came to the fore as I opened my suitcases
and began to stow away my stuff. As usual I brought too much. I think a
bikini and shirt is all I would need here. As I was unpacking, Spike came
into the room. He was holding two beers and as he was about to hand one to
me, he said, "Hey Barry. You okay? You look very pale."
It was true, I was feeling nauseated and I had sharp stomach pains. "I
don't feel so good. Tell the others that I am skipping the part at five
o'clock and I'm going to make some hot tea and crash for awile.
It was about five, as I could see from the clock at my bedside. The guys
were being noisy and bitchy about going to the "old age home" as they
called it. I shook my head. I felt almost good again, but still too foggy
to think about cleaning up and going. It must have been one of those
short-lived viruses.
I found I was hungry. That's a good sign. I went into the kitchen and
found bread and sliced chicken breast and made a sandwich. Another cup of
tea washed it down, then I decided to nap again.
The boys had returned from the party. They tried to be very quiet, but
floor in the cabin was wooden and every step sounded and vibrated. It woke
me up. I felt even better. I called out to them, "Hey, do I hear the
Temptations returning from the wild party?"
In a moment my three friends were gathered around my bed as if I was about
to expire. They all looked grave. Spike came over and put his ham hand on
my forehead. "You seem cool."
"I am cool, ask any of my lovers."
My humor usually got a laugh, or at least a smile, but this time they just
looked at me.
"What's up guys? Did the evil Dr. Pierce put a spell on you? You are all
like Dr. Jekell turning in....Dr.Jekell.
Jimmy stepped closer. "It was an excellent party. We had really good
cocktails and great steaks. The fellows in the big house are really,
really nice."
This was delivered in a flat voice. I figured he was smashed.
Then Spike echoed him. "Yes good food and nice fellows."
I turned to Malcolm. Surely the bitch of the west would have some hot
gossip about the oldsters. He looked back at me calmly. "I know you think
they are too old for us, but they are very athletic and youthful. I also
like their idea about dressing better. We are invited for breakfast which
is in only three hours, Oh God it is late, I need sleep to look good for
the breakfast."
"What do you mean about dressing better?" I asked him.
"Well they wear white linen trousers and Hawaiin Shirts. They look real
good like that. I do have some proper trousers here and one short sleeve
shirt that I'll wear for the breakfast. Liu said there is a good store in
the Pines and he will take me there. I think he means to pay for the
clothes. I'm not sure if I should accept the money. What do you think?"
"Shit," I said inelegantly, you never minded taking money from your other
lovers. Unless he means Chinese money."
No one laughed. They are continued smiling pleasantly and Mal and Jimmy
trundled off to their beds and Spike feel down on the other bed in my room
and was quietly snoring. Now that was something. He usually snored like a
bazooka.
I slept fitfully because I had a few hours sleep last evening. I got up
twice and sat on the veranda. Beyond the gate was the wooden walkway that
passed along the upper beach. I could see figures passing back and forth.
I guess the activity went on until dawn. Some of the men were pretty drunk
or bold as I could see two figures leaving the walkway and collapsing onto
the sand and do their thing. Some stuff I couldn't see from the veranda
and I confess that I walked along the still hot sand from the daytime and
passed some of the sexual activity. It made me really horny, thinking
about those young, smooth bodies so near and yet...because of our no
fuckee, youngee, it was far.
I heard some stirring inside, it came from our room, Spike's and mine. I
tapped on the closed door, Spike called out, "Enter." Pretty formal, I
thought. Anyway, there was big Spike sitting on a chair READING A BOOK.
This was an activity I never saw him engage in. I tried to be casual,
"Whatsha reading?"
"It's about how Beethoven freed music."
"Sounds like a howl."
"No use making fun of it. It is important."
Suddenly I noticed his face. "Hey Spike. How did you get that nice tan."
He put his book carefully on the bed. I noticed for the first time that
his bed was carefully made, and mine as well. "Oh," he smiled and rubbed
his face. It's on my chest and belly too. I got it in Jack's sunroom. It
only takes about five minutes and you feel great too."
"Oh, and thanks for making my bed. You didn't have to bother. We have to
sleep in them again tonight."
"That's not a good attitude, neatness organizes all your thoughts and
builds character." He thought for a minute. "Ur... Barry, why don't you
dispense with the Spike stuff and call my by my real name, Henry. The
twins do."
"What twins?"
"The twins next door, Bob and Ray Thornton, identical and cute."
"Whatever," I mumbled. "You always think that the last one who fucked you
is cute. I hear sounds, I think the others are up."
I went into the small living room, there were my other two friends engaged
in an amazing activity. They were drinking tea, and doing it with upper
class English style. "I bet half of that tea is booze, huh?" I said.
"No Barry," Said Mal, liquor before sundown is a no no."
"Well it never stopped you. I thought you had a rule that you and the
sundown go down at the same time, drunk or not. Did you get any action
last night?"
"Yes I did. It was wonderful, but I don't like to cum and tell. It's not
polite."
"And how about you Jimmy. Did you have a good time?"
He thought for a minute, screwed up his little boy face in heavy
concentration and then said, making little lip smacking noises, "You know,
I think ejaculate improves as men age...like wine."
I didn't know how to respond to this inanity, so I just kept quiet. I also
took note of the way they were dressed, long pants and dress shirts. Only
their feet were informal with slides. Mal mentioned, just before we left
to go up to the big house, "Barry, you hardly look presentable. Do you
want to change?"
"No I do not want to change. If the senior citizens don't like my outfit
they can kiss my ass...better yet, lick it."
Spite/Henry made a phew of breath. "Barry, I hope you'll watch your
language up at Jacks."
I made the age old gesture of jerking off..
This was the first time I had been in the big house. It was quite
impressive. Must have had five bedrooms and an enormous living room that
ran the whole front of the house. When we arrived, the guys who stayed
there greeted my guys formally and gravely. It was like an international
convention of nerve surgeons rather than a gay breakfast. Jack was very
cordial to me and spent a lot of time with me, leaving his friends to
finish cooking the breakfast. Jack talked a different language to me.
Everything he said seemed to underline the twenty years or so difference
between us. For example, he wondered if we wanted to join the "other boys"
for golf in the afternoon. I was dying to say that I didn't play golf
because I wasn't old enough, but I stifled it. He also talked about a
bowling tourney later in the week (ye Gods and little fishes.) I tried to
be polite. Then he leaned forward and mentioned that I still seemed so
pale. "Would you like to see our state of the art tanning room? You can
get a Hollywood tan in five minutes." Yeah, that's what he called it. I
said okay. He led me toward the rear of the house. As we passed the other
men they seemed to smirk. This I didn't like. Suddenly Jack doubled back.
"Oh gee wiz, you haven't met the others. Wait, I'll introduce you."
There was Liu, a Chinese guy, and like most Asians looked younger than
forty, but unmistakably acted forty. He shook hands with me, proffering an
slim cool hand with a lump grap. Then the twins I hard heard about. Two
identical professorial types, Lenin beards. They were Bob and Ray. Nice
looking for uncles, not boyfriends. I forgot to mention that Liu was
really the most appetizing, slim and tan. On we went to the sunning room.
It was a room out of Star Wars. The walls were covered in stainless steel
and in the center was a large light, like something from a lighthouse. He
told me to take off my clothes and let the soothing rays tan me. "I'll be
back in five minutes."
I got undressed and the light came on. It didn't require goggles, it was
bright and warm. I felt that it was weakening me. I fucking didn't like
the feeling. I looked for my clothes but Jack had taken them outside the
room. Fuck this, I opened the door and stepped back into the house. In a
moment I was surrounded by his gang, Liu, Bob, Ray and of course Jack.
Jack handed me my clothes. "Barry we are disappointed in you. All our
guests use the light." He said the light as if it was some sort of deity.
I ignored them. "Where are my friends?"
"There are on the deck, I think they have started with their omelets and
sausage. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, I can eat." I went into the kitchen and filled a plate and filled a
cup with coffee and headed for the outside deck. There I found Mal, Henry,
and Jimmy sedately nibbling their sausages. How different than usual when
I would have found them nibbling a flesh sausage. There was classical
music playing, actually opera. Jimmy was waving his fork in rapture to the
music. I found that particularly mannered and annoying.
Liu and the twins came out, Jack was puttering in the kitchen, making fresh
coffee for me as the pot was empty. I noted with horror that Liu was
wearing shorts with black sox. His legs were nice and tan-creamy, but the
sox were a turnoff. Jack came out and handed me the coffee. It wasn't too
hot so I quaffed it down quickly, then a funny thing happened. I began to
feel very lethargic. I mean my legs and arms felt heavy. The cup was
hanging on my index finger, but I couldn't manage to reach the table to put
it down. Jack, who had been watching me with interest, crossed the room
and took the cup from me. He patted my cheek in a fatherly way. "I know
Barry that you feel kind of paralyzed, but this is necessary so you do not
interfere with our games. Just sit there and relax."
I could see everything, but I could not speak. Jack stood in the middle of
the room, and spoke in a commanding voice. "Henry, Malcolm, Jimmy stand up
and remove your clothing and then await orders. Liu, Bob and Ray, sit down
on these chairs and lower your pants. I think you are ready for fun.
Those guys laughed in pleasure and gigglingly lowered their pants. I could
see their dicks rising to the occasion. Liu had the longest one, belying
the usual stereotype. The twins had identical cocks, fat and short with
great bushes of pubic hair in a dark brown color. Jack joined the others
and pushed his pants down also. Jack was shaved to pre-adolescence, balls
and all. His prick was already stiff and the head was dewed. Jack turned
to the others. "Gentlemen, are you ready to be sucked?" They all chorused
yes. My poor helpless friends fell to their knees. Jimmy fastened his
practiced puffy mouth on Liu. He naturally picked the biggest dick. The
twins were serviced by Malcolm and Spike. Although Spike was not into cock
sucking, he smiled in pleasure before taking the fat prick into his mouth.
Malcolm, usually fastidious moaned in unaccustomed delight and dove down on
the leaky organ. The sound of slurping and moaning filled the room. I
noticed immediately that Jack was unattended. I suppose I was scheduled to
be his servicer. There was something about that "sun room" that almost
converted me into the robotry of my friends; come thing that was truncated
by my stopping it.
Jack got up, holding his pants. He leaned in close to each of his friends,
checking out the sucking activity and asking each one if his "boy" was
doing it right. I heard him softly assuring them that they could try out a
different sucker each day, and they could look forward to this afternoon's
ass fucking. As he said that word I could see my fellows moaning louder as
they heard it. Jimmy, ass and boyish hole was facing me actually began to
pulsate. Jack came over to me and stood with his erection in my face. I
could smell his mature man's odor emanating from his pubes. It was not a
turn on for me. I loved cock odor, but young cock odor. He moved so that
the head of his cock was against my lips. I still couldn't move. "Open
your mouth Barry-boy, show your appreciation for this wonderful vacation we
are giving you." I actually tried to comply because I could not do
otherwise, but my mouth couldn't open. He sighed in annoyance. "Okay, I
guess I put too much in the coffee, but it will pass off in about five
minutes, still I am too horny and I can't wait. I'll just have to give you
my famous facial. It's very good for the skin."
He began lightly stroking his long, shaved cock, his balls bouncing from
the vigorousness of his hand, his mouth was open. Franklin, he looked
stupid like that. His breathing became raspy. I felt drops of pre cum
falling on my bare legs. I shivered. Then his hairy legs became a rapid
back and forth rocking. "I shit kid I'm about to spew my stuff." My face
was pelted with his sperm. Luckily it had a very mild smell, not
unpleasant. It dripped down my chin and dropped on my upper legs. I just
sat there dumbly. The others men had been watching. It seems that Jack
was definitely the leader and I think they all had a deep crush on his. As
he came, they seemed to reach their peaks. Liu began babbling loudly, in
Chinese I think. Jimmy bobbed up and down doing his best to get him off,
suddenly Liu's face twisted up. "Jimmy, you Occidental devil, you've got
me, I can't stop." He began thrusting wildly and crying out in delicious
agony. Next to him Bob and Ray screamed out that they were coming and
Spike and Malcolm moaning in appreciation sucked on the rods avidly until
they spew. They swallowed greedily.
At last the room was quiet. Jack asked me and my friends. "Did you like
the coffee. I really didn't have to give you coffee, you were already
primed to follow orders, but it saved time so you cuties could get to do
your job without any problem."
Spike, Malcolm and Jimmy sat there smiling like fools. They looked happy.
However each of them had a big hard on that was unsatisfied. As for me, I
was able now to wipe my face. Gradually my body became normal. I started
to sit up. The older men noticed this and stood in front of me. Bob said,
"Stay there. You'll get your fun soon."
It suddenly occurred to me that these shits were going to order us to to
have sex together. Something we had never done. I felt my heart beating
hard. This was a bad development. Then I saw Jimmy get up, still naked,
his seven incher waggling in front of him and he pushed it into my face.
"No, Jimmy, we don't make out with each other. Please think." He pushed
me down on the couch and got into a sixty-nine position, and wrapped his
arms around my back so that I couldn't move. His hot baby boy mouth
fastened on my dripping cock and he began to suck like a baby. It felt so
good. He moved his hips so that his cock was in my face. I was so
affected by his sucking that I took his cock into my mouth. I could here
him moan as I did so and he began to suck harder. I knew that my usual
control was shot to hell, all I had seen today made me quick to cum, Jimmy
also. My hips began a slow fuck motion and he sucked harder, soon his pre
cum began to change and I realized that he was caught into a slow heavy
cum, but he didn't leave off on serving me. I locked up, my face screwed
in a grimace as I began a long, many streams of cum. Finally we separated.
Jimmy looked at me perplexed. Somehow this was all done without his
volition. Jack threw a towel us and we wiped off.
Now I begin to see across the room the scene of Spike wildly sucking Bob,
and next to him, Mal matching the wildness of the sucking. They were both
shagging their cocks as they sucked. The sounds of sex were rife. The
twins were great crooners and Mal and Spike were grunting like rutting
pigs. My boys took their mouths away a moment and shouted that they were
fucking cumming. I could see their stuff shooting onto the floor as the
twins, always in lock step, cumming together, their asses rising and
falling on the couch. It was all over in a few moments. Mal and Spike
fell back on their bare butts and looked vapid and smiley. I'm not sure
they knew what was happening.
Jack jumped into action. "Okay everybody. How about a nice cool swim to
bring us down to normal and we can get back into sex action and little
later. Fuck-fuck is the program for this afternoon." I swear my boys
almost clapped in approval.
Everyone went through the house to the back. We were all naked because it
was privacy fenced and Jack suggested it lasciviously. The mature guys
hung back so they could watch the young guy's asses waggling as they ran.
The pool was new to me. It was a beauty. Rock formations with spouting
fountains and the pool itself was very large and deep enough for diving.
The older guys jumped in and splashed around in a silly way considering
their maturity. My guys lounged on the bench, getting their pep back and
being sedate. This was a far cry from their usual giddiness.
Suddenly I got an idea. "Hey Jack, do you notice that the boys are losing
their tan. Can I take them back to the sun room and we can all look good?"
He and the rest smirked. "Good idea, just snap the switch on, it is set
for five minutes."
I was convinced that this room had something to do with the personality
changes of my friends. They trooped after me dully. I opened the door and
we all went in. On the wall was a switch, something like a rheostat that
you could move in either direction. It was sitting in the 3/4 on position.
On one extreme it said Stepford; on the other normal. I pushed the arm
over to normal and snapped the switch on. This time, instead of the sunny
light, it was pure white. The boys looked stunned as they felt something
happening to them. It was so cute as they each said "ooooh," in different
keys, with Spike being the basso. The five minutes were up and I asked
them how they felt.
Malcolm said, "I'd like to go home. I can't bear that combination of the
flowered wallpaper with the figures on the upholstery. What Philistines."
Jimmy said that he wasn't fond of the "egg drop soup" that Liu shot out.
"It has a certain shelf life and it was expired. I need the young stuff."
The only one who seemed subdued was Spike. "I kinda wanted to see the ass
fucking planned for later. Oh well."
We walked back through the house and picked up our clothes. "Bye, bye," I
said to the gathering.
"Where are you all going?" Jack called out.
Jimmy called back over his shoulder, "We had enough of Christmas Past.
We're going to hit the boardwalk for some hot young stuff."
Back at our cottage they changed into hot beach wear. "What about our
cottage. Will they throw us out?"
"I don't think so," Malcolm said, "They know that they are skirting the
illegal. They will just wait us out to leave. I guess we will be replaced
with another group of young gays that they will bombard with their nasty
ray. To think that I was so close to burping, farting and wearing black
sox."
Jimmy and Spike announced that they would be going out cruising. "But not
together," said Spike quickly.
I was knocked out from the adventures today. I decided to sit around and
watch TV or something. About an hour later a messenger came to the door.
He handed me an envelope. Inside was a check for the $400 and a note
saying "Our treat."
Wow, when the boys come back they will be pleased. We can shoot it all on
a big party on the weekend. I was musing about this when I realized that
there was a kid walking back and forth on the boardwalk, just outside our
compound. I came out and shielded my eyes from the sun. He waves to me.
He called out, "Name's Timmy, I have to work fast, otherwise you'll go back
inside. I know I'm only 18, but I know what I like and you are exactly my
type. Can you let me in the gate?"
"Sure," I told him. "But I hope I'm not too old for you."
End